I believe that the people who deserve love the least need it the most. Growing up with an alcoholic father has taught me how to truly love someone unconditionally and what unconditional love really is. To love someone unconditionally, means that you love someone despite their flaws and there is nothing that can be said or done to make you love that person any less. To love someone unconditionally doesn’t mean that you are saying what they did was ok, it means that you are willing to look past their mistakes and love them anyways.
When love has not been shown to you, you do not know how to give it to someone else. The way my Dad has shown me love reflects how he was shown love as a child. As a child, my Dad grew up in a home in which hugging never really happened and love was not apart of their everyday language. You give the love you have received. It is a vicious cycle that can only be broken through unconditional love. My Dad has said and hurt me in numerous ways; the most prominent way was his words. When my Dad would drink a lot, his mouth would run. He would tell me that he has given up on me, that I am not a good enough daughter, that I was the cause of his marital problems (because my parents are divorced) and other things. I had two choices, I could let these comments come in the way of our relationship and resent my Dad for what he has said or I could look past the comments he made and look into his heart, which deep down is in need of love.
I believe that the people who deserve love the least need it the most. Growing up with an alcoholic father has taught me how to truly love someone unconditionally and what unconditional love really is. To love someone unconditionally, means that you love someone despite their flaws and there is nothing that can be said or done to make you love that person any less. To love someone unconditionally doesn’t mean that you are saying what they did was ok, it means that you are willing to look past their mistakes and love them anyways.
When love has not been shown to you, you do not know how to give it to someone else. The way my Dad has shown me love reflects how he was shown love as a child. As a child, my Dad grew up in a home in which hugging never really happened and love was not apart of their everyday language. You give the love you have received. It is a vicious cycle that can only be broken through unconditional love. My Dad has said and hurt me in numerous ways; the most prominent way was his words. When my Dad would drink a lot, his mouth would run. He would tell me that he has given up on me, that I am not a good enough daughter, that I was the cause of his marital problems (because my parents are divorced) and other things. I had two choices, I could let these comments come in the way of our relationship and resent my Dad for what he has said or I could look past the comments he made and look into his heart, which deep down is in need of love.